#wolfeyeswolfsoul

[fereldensheroesa]

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul, cont. from here.

Adrian approached the massive creature, it had a head like a ram's. Horned and great with three, luckily closed, eyes. The body was something else entirely. Monstrous and massive, clawed and muscular. A knife was taken from his belt as he began to cut his arrows from the flesh--- silver-tipped, glinting in the light despite being streaked with red.

"This one's a Chort. Not to be confused with the more well-known Fiends. It's still a Relict. The two species are related." Was this a free lesson? Perhaps. The woman looked woodsy enough, confused, lost even. He aimed the toe of his boot at it's head to make it jostle. "Strong, fast, but what you need to look out for's the eye." He used a freshly yanked out arrowhead to motion to the closed middle eye, right in the center of its forehead. "Never look at its eye."

Stepping closer, he towered over her to an extent. A hand rose, as scarred as much of him was, and plucked a twig from her hair. "What are you doing out here?"

[archivestarlyht]

❝ i can’t save you from yourself. it hurts terribly, but i can’t. ❞

baldur's gate 3 starters (part 2)

he was a foolish man,   but,   well,  that was inevitable,  wasn't it?  he would not claim that the risks he sometime took were smart.  he was a far better fighter when under direction of someone far more discerning no matter how careful he tried to be.   (he would deny,   of course,   that he had gotten lax beneath the influence of his curse.  weapons without enchantments or silver availed nothing.  weapons empowered with magic hurt as all weapons had before,   but as far as he was concerned it was silver that he had to remain vigilant of.)

the drow rolled his eyes.  impossible to discern what was and wasn't enchanted,  and he had made an error in fighting a surfacer taller and,  despite how the curse empowered him,  far stronger than he.  “i am not one of your pets,”   he responded flatly.  a touch of scorn lingered beneath his words despite his characteristic dispassion.  (hells,   he was so damned tired.)  “my mistakes are my own and do not need to be saved by anyone.”   least of all her.

[emeraldruid]

Clicking on them once (non-combat) Directing them to attack/move in combat Spam clicking on them too many times Companion/romance death reactions Low health/asking for healing

TAV BANTER & DIALOGUE

Clicking on them once (non-combat)

Can't even spare a moment to smell the flowers, a shame.

What I wouldn't give to be a cat napping in the sun.

Time to touch everything?

Spam clicking on them too many times

How about I play you a tune later?

You're the reason druids are reclusive...

I bite at the hand that annoys me, (growl) back off.

Low health/asking for healing

Standing on wounded legs here!

I'm close to seeing my Lotanna again...

A healing salve would do nicely about now.

Companion/romance death reactions Romanced Companion

NO! Get up, please...

I'll maul everyone who laid a hand on you!

I can't lose you too, not you.

Regular Companion

My word that your loss won't be in vain.

Shit, now they think they've got us, all you've done is piss me off.

May Silvanus accept you.

Directing them to attack/move in combat

My bite was always worse than my bark.

May the Gods have mercy because I won't.

Brace yourselves this is gonna sting!

While in wild shape

(war growls)

[wildskissed]

Random Asks - @wolf-eyes-wolf-soul mused: Does Eve feel embarassed when she has a Wild Magic surge? How does she feel about her magic being unpredictable like that?

I love this question so so SO much!

So, Eve absolutely hates that she's a sorceress, born with the potential to do incredible things with magic...but she can't fully control it. The idea that she is insanely powerful, but also can't be trusted with her magic all the time, absolutely embarrasses her.

Every time she has a wild magic surge, if it's negative, she definitely tries to make the most of the situation in the moment, but if she could just run and hide for the duration of it, she would. If it's a positive surge, she absolutely pretends she meant to do that, but I assure you that she did not.

Honestly, I do wish I had more threads with her surging. I had some a few months ago, but honestly, they're some of the best ones to date. She's a firecracker, in more ways than one. <3

[mocksfate]

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul ;

" mh ... " gorin leans in, his trembling hands cupping ever so slighty his newest patient's face to confirm her claims. it takes the half-orc a few seconds to spot the little bugger and the worst scenario unfolds right in front of him : in fact, his face grows paler when he sees it swimming away from his sight. the parasite has latched onto its victim and he's nowhere near competent enough to attempt a removal all by himself.

a sigh leaves his chapped lips, bushy brows knitting together to form a resigned frown. " yes, uh, i did see the little ... thing in there. i'm sorry, but this is definitely not something i'm proficient with. i can still try to cast a protection spell, if you wish. i don't know how much it'll, uh, help, but i think it's worth a shot. "

[dcvium]

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul asked:

"how do you kill a god?"

"Anyone can be killed. Even a god." Nimue's head tilted a little. "You just have to be willing to lose yourself along the way. There's no coming back. It's a consuming thing..." Something she'd thought hard on when it came to her own father. Lure him into the open. No avatars. No statues. Get in a room with him... then unleash all of the fury he'd poured into her.

[shimmerbeasts]

❝ there is something i lost…no, had taken from me. i want it all back. ❞ (Wyll)

Baldur's Gate 3 Sentences||Accepting.

"That's a good way to drive yourself crazy."

Wyll stepped beside Morren, who had spoken into the flames. Their campfire was burning brightly tonight. Gale had taken some of the pig meat, which the group had stolen from the goblin camp, and skewered it to roast it over the flames. The fat sizzled and dropped into the fire. Soon, it should be good enough to eat.

Taking out the large kitchen knife, they had plundered from the blighted village, Wyll began to cut off a slice for himself and one for Morren. As he did so, he said: "I know what it is like to have your life be turned upside down by an event, which is seemingly outside of your control. I know how much you end up wishing that you could just go back and fix things or do everything differently. But all that wondering does, is gnaw at your brain as you imagine what could have been over and over."

He handed her the roasted pig and sat down with his meal. Cutting into the meat, Wyll said: "I was cast out of my hometown of Baldur's Gate and denounced by my father. As far as Ulder Ravenguard is considered, I do not exist. There are times when I wonder if I could have done things differently to prevent my exile, but all I can see is what would have happened to the city if I had not been there when I was."

Wyll sighed. Gesturing with a fork, upon which stuck a cut-off piece of roasted pig, he finished: "I may have lost the love of my city or the right to the Ravenguard name, and yes, that still hurts, but I have learned to move on. I cannot get back what I lost. Wishing for things to become like they used to, will only trouble you further. Though, may I be so bold as to ask what it is you have lost?"

[theaccursedninth]

♥ What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise? (dunno if it’s the same answer as what I think it is)

//ohhh it is. Trust me, nothing I've ever experienced online was worse than that.

TL;DR to anyone else reading: Dotty and I have known each other for a LONG time and originally met on a proboards forum back in the early 2010s. It was my first time Roleplaying in a group with an ongoing story and at first, I had a LOT of fun. If you've read any of my stuff here, you know I love a good story and interconnecting character relationships.

However...this forum is where I'd ultimately meet someone I've come to refer to as my arch nemesis--and I mean that seriously. I don't really want to air out my dirty laundry on tumblr; it was a long time ago and even though I've grown up and matured a lot since then, I'm still traumatized by the whole incident. So let me summarize:

This artist I was a fan of for a few years joined the forum and we became friends. She picked a character to compliment my main and for a while things were great. However, as the years went on, I realized she was an incredibly unstable person who could not take even a tiny bit of criticism or respect boundaries without flipping out and victimizing herself. This began an eight year long on-again, off-again feud with this person on multiple platforms that dragged a bunch of my other friends into it as well. I was always the bad guy, me and this person I was also incredibly close with; we were very VERY young adults at the time and this person was in their mid twenties.

Now, my close friend and I didn't handle things exceptionally well, but like I said, we were young and had a lot of our own irl trauma we were working through. I acknowledge this and there are some things I would've done differently. That doesn't excuse how this person stalked my friend and I, constantly shared passive aggressive posts about us, spread lies about us and took any polite requests I tried to make as an attack. They also kept making multiple accounts we would find by accident through the shared fandom tag we liked and every time we blocked them, they'd accuse us of stalking--AND they shared WAY too much about their personal life that they probably shouldn't have at the age I was, even though I was technically an adult.

There was a lot more involved, including another extremely toxic person even older than she was who bullied me as well, but that was much more short-lived compared to this person. Along with some personal creative projects that got muddy and shut down due to this person's inability to accept rejection, but it ultimately ended with me dropping off all but tumblr for a LONG time.

I have no idea what happened to this person and I don't really care. It seems like they've quieted down, but I've done my damndest to make sure they don't recognize my online footprint now. I really hope it stays that way.

[benevolentgodloki]

🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

// Very kind of you xxx

[rubistella]

🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul || spreading some love

{ awww thank you!! right back at you, yeah? 🌸 }

[fereldensheroesa]

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul liked for a Nimue.

"I hate this feeling." They'd only just set foot inside Baldur's Gate. So far, they'd run into both Orin and Gortash, as well as the glances she caught here and there. "How many here know me? How much have I done to them? What do they know of me?" That she didn't know herself. Orin was her blood kin, Bhaal her creator, and she and Gortash had clearly been close. The cult, the Absolute, the tadpoles... her fault.

[archivestarlyht]

is that why you’ve been so moody and unpredictable ?

↪     𝑯𝑶𝑳𝒀 𝑾𝑨𝑹  .

“fuck off,”   he muttered.  much as he tried to deny it and wanted to,  her response was perhaps more spot on than she realized.  he wanted to rip something to pieces with his teeth.  he wanted to rip his own skin off.  he didn't feel right.  fear shuddered in his chest.  he hadn't been lying when he said he'd been feeling unwell.  he'd not expected nor desired sympathy or understanding but that  ----   oh,   that,   made him gnash his teeth.  moody and unpredictable!?  

sol'rys rolled his eyes before turning cold,  tired red eyes back upon her.  “what i mean to say is my strength for travel may be limited.”  days of this nonsense.  constantly.  it was   ....   exhausting.  “otherwise,  spare me your sarcasm.”

[emeraldruid]

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul sent: a  kiss  on  the  cheek

Such a tricky thing, traveling with a hermit. Being away from any semblance of civilization left them unaccustomed to many things, common manners, civility, or even affection. During their time together the druid wasn't sure he'd been much of a tutor when it came down to it. Despite his traveling, he wasn't sure he had much to impart in the end. Well, there was one thing he could show her.

It was a small thing. A way to thank her for something she had done for him, watching his back when he barreled into danger must be no easy thing. A lot of times it was a thankless job. This time he made sure it wasn't.

He didn't move fast. Invading her bubble could be a very bad idea and by doing it slowly she could stop him long before he was too close. Garreth recognized confusion in her expression and her lips parted to question his actions. The druid leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek.

"I'll find a more proper way to thank you for helping me out the way that you do. But I wanted to thank you in a small way, and I think showing you a bit of affection seems as good as anything else."

[wildskissed]

BG3 Starters - @wolf-eyes-wolf-soul mused: ❝i want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. what you see.❞

❝Strength...❞

The answer was practically automatic, but Eve meant it with everything in her. From the moment that they had met, Eve knew that Morren was made of the kind of stock that you could bet on, but in the best way. Even after surviving what they had survived, she was still able to have her wits about her, even in the toughest of moments, and Eve admired that about her.

❝Morren, you are one of the toughest people that I know, and you're exceptionally kind. There aren't many people like that in this world,❞ Eve promised her. ❝I am so glad that the universe decided to let us meet.❞

[mocksfate]

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul asked: "I promise I will not betray your trust.” (gorin) / prompts tag.

" oh, i know you won't ━ you're a good person, morren. " green lips twitch upward in an awkward smile as gorin raises his thumb up. the half orc was unfortunate enough to meet quite the selection of awful individuals during his pilgrimage and he can testify the ranger bore no similarities with any of those ruffians. it's right then that the words of his good buddy finch resound in his head, however : aren't the most wicked pf people the ones who hide their true intentions under a pretty facade? his demeanor visibly shifts, the cleric grows uncomfortable by the second until he cannot help but voice his new concern before it eats him alive.

" i mean, you seem like a good person, at least. you weren't planning to, uh, betray me at any point, right ?? "

[dcvium]

Did Morren for a laugh.

Free space: comes with a free dog wolf

Are you Nimue's type?

"No wonder we get along so well--- but at least let me stab the bad people. They deserve it. They're who I meant, of course."